It’s another dreary October afternoon in Michigan, and I’m longing for the good ol’ days of 2019 when we turned down autumn dinner party invitations because it was raining and not because we might die. I hear it’s going to be a long, hard winter. I have no reason not to believe that. While I’m grateful to be safe and healthy, my heart still breaks for those who have lost loved ones to COVID-19. To add grieving to everything else this hellish year has wrought is unimaginable. Sometimes, I swear, 2020 itself feels a lot like grief to me. If this seven-month-long pandemic were treated as a loved one’s death,…